Chapter 33 I Will Kill Without An Ouch Of Pity

• “He was scratched by a zombie, destined to die. Why prolong it?” Maverick’s voice carried a chilling calmness, devoid of any trace of humanity. His expression was equally barren, as if the life he had just taken wasn’t human but some bothersome insect buzzing too close.
• “Who the hell do you think you are?!” Judy’s voice erupted, trembling with fury as her face flushed crimson. “You think just because you’re stronger and have a gun, you get to decide who lives and who dies?!”
• Maverick tilted his head slightly, almost mockingly. “As a matter of fact, yes,” he replied, his voice still unsettlingly even. Without hesitation, he raised his gun again, pointing its muzzle directly at Judy. His finger rested on the trigger, steady and deliberate.